Huo Jingfeng furrowed his brows and remained motionless, instinctively tightening his grip on Jiang Shuya's wrist, fearing she might vanish in the next second. It was only by holding her like this, looking at her, and feeling her warmth, that he felt she truly existed.
"Are you deaf?" Jiang Shuya prompted the statue-like stillness of Huo Jingfeng.
"Jingfeng!" Huo Tianshan was also angry at his grandson's reaction.
Seeing his father's displeasure, Huo Zhongqing walked over and said, "Jingfeng, didn't you hear what Grandpa said? Can't you let go of Shuya and then talk?"
"Dad! You know how important Shuya is to me. I'm afraid that if I let her go, I'll never be able to hold onto her again." Huo Jingfeng wasn't trying to disobey Huo Tianshan or confront him; he just couldn't persuade himself to let go.
"Hah..." Jiang Shuya curled her lips coldly, "Even if you keep holding me like this, you're only holding my body. As for my soul, it's already drifted away."
